THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

I pop open one of my eyes when I hear footsteps coming closer to the couch I'm lying on.

"Who was it?" I ask Harry half heartedly, too sleepy to be interested in who was on the door at this time.

"Don't know." Harry says with a shrug, his attention on the brown package he's holding in his hands. "Someone left this on the porch."

"Aren't you gonna open it?" I ask him, yawning in the process.

Harry seems to notice my tiredness and shakes his head, coming over to the couch and tossing the package on the table beside it and then tugging on my hand gently.

"Probably some work related shit, I'll check it tomorrow. Let's take you to bed for now, yeah?" Harry says and I nod in agreement, clumsily standing onto my feet and following Harry's lead as he makes his way towards the bedroom.

As soon as we reach the room, Harry disappears into the bathroom while I quickly climb onto the bed and curl myself into a ball, closing my eyes to let the sleep take over.

Minutes pass in silence before I hear a little shuffling and then something warm engulfs my body. My eyes flutter open in confusion only to find, Harry kindly smiling down at me as he tucks me into the thick blanket.

"Sshh... go to sleep." He murmur quietly, his fingers gently running over my cheek and my lips curve up a little in a sleepy smile, eye lids closing again.

I hear him turning off the light before there's a little disturbance on the bed, signifying that Harry's climbing onto it and soon, I feel his arms reaching out towards me, pulling me into his embrace.

My head is no longer resting on the pillow, instead it's on Harry's arm now while his other arm is wrapped around my waist.

A small sigh escapes my mouth when I feel Harry's soft lips pressing against my forehead in a lingering kiss.

"Love you so much, baby." Harry whispers and my fists clench involuntarily at his words, feeling a pang of guilt even in the sleepy state.

Breathing in deeply, I press myself closer into his warmth and let the sleep over come me fully, to wake up in the world of my dreams where nothing is as fucked up as it is in reality.

I wake up to the cold, empty bed. Stretching out, I sit up on the bed and let out a yawn, eye running across the room in search of Harry's figure. My eyes land on the bed side table where he keeps his phone and watch but both are gone, signifying that he has left for the day.

I lean my head against the head board and stay like that for a long time, until I hear my ringing of my phone. Lazily, I get up from the bed and nearly fall in the process of reaching my phone that rested on the dressing table.

I look down and the caller's I.d and immediately press on the answer button, turning on the loud speaker.

"Hi. G'morning to you, babe." Harry's voice sounds in my ears and I smile, rubbing my eyes as I open my mouth to reply.

"Good morning." I say, my voice coming out squeaker than usual, make me want to cringe.

"Left early. You were asleep so I decided not to disturb you." Harry tells me and I nod, even though he can't see me.

"It's fine. Thanks for not waking me up." I tell Harry and he hums in response, seeming a bit distracted.

"I'll call you later, yeah. I've got so much to do and so many people to see, after staying home for almost a year." Harry says through the phone in an apologetic voice making me smile again.

"It's fine, babe. I'm happy you're taking responsibility. Take care, bye." I tell him, reaching forward to hang up when Harry speaks up again.

"Your breakfast is in the microwave. Oh and one of my worker will come by in half an hour, just give him the package that came yesterday, yeah?" Harry asks and I nod.